Tuesday, July 30, 2013

One of the
first pieces of advice we received from staff at Global Lutheran Outreach was
“try not to be as independent as you are used to.” That advice has been
repeated many times since then.

It’s true
that independence is greatly valued in the United States. Our infrastructure
illustrates this value.I recently came
across this quote from the book In
Pursuit of Loneliness as I was reading Jonathan Bonk’s Missions and Money:

“We seek a private house, a private
means of transportation, a private garden, a private laundry, self-service
stores, and do-it-yourself skills of every kind. An enormous technology seems
to have set itself the task of making it unnecessary for one human being ever
to ask anything of another in the course of going about his daily business.
Even with the family, Americans are unique in their feeling that each member
should have a separate room, and even a separate telephone, television, and
car, when economically possible. We seek more and more privacy, and feel more
and more alienated and lonely when we get it. What accidental contacts we do
have, furthermore, seem more intrusive, not only because they are unsought but
because they are unconnected with a family pattern of interdependence” Slater,
In Pursuit of Loneliness, 7.

I’ve always
been an extrovert who enjoys getting to know people, but lately I have realized
that this quote bears some truth in my life. I am accustomed to a lot of
privacy and doing things for myself. Thus you can imagine what it was like when
we first moved here and we had to ask for help with everything--
transportation, meals, medical care, washing clothes, shopping, and language. Moving
to a new culture in some sense requires becoming a child again. Suddenly you
are not the independent adult you thought you were. You are the dependent
little kid who has to ask someone how to do… well, everything. As we learn and
begin to figure out how to do these things for ourselves, it is tempting to say,
“No thank you. I don’t need your help,” but we’ve realized that when we do, we
deny ourselves the opportunity to build a relationship.

Hiring
someone to help with time-intensive chores has also proven to be a significant
shift in our lives and perspective. Over time, Omary has become like a member
of our family, and yet having someone consistently in the house was and
continues to be an adjustment. When someone is in your house for many hours a
day and shares every meal with you, a great deal of vulnerability is required.
It’s hard.

When Omary
first started working for us, every time I would leave the house, I would lock
the door to our bedroom. Somehow having someone in our private room seemed too
personal. However, one day I asked him to wash all the windows. When I
returned, I realized I had forgotten to lock the bedroom door, and there he was
washing the windows. The boundary had been crossed. I don’t regret it. Omary
has proven himself trustworthy on many, many occasions. However, letting a
person who is very different from me into my life and personal spaces feels
risky. What will he think of me? Of my various habits? Of the messy parts of my
life? I want to only show the good sides
of myself to Tanzanians, but by letting someone into my home, I have removed
the possibility of hiding my darker moods. Omary, more than any other
Tanzanian, has seen both Eric and me at our best and at our worst. He can tell
when I am angry or sad, when I am obsessing about something I shouldn’t be
obsessing about, when I am sloppy, when my perfectionism takes over, when I am
being a control-freak… He sees it. And he takes it in stride.

In the U.S.,
we also seemed to have more control over our social sphere. If I wanted to
visit with someone, generally we would set up a get-together in a restaurant,
coffee shop, or sometimes my home. If someone was invited into my home, it was
generally at a prearranged time. I also generally knew how long the visit would
last and could graciously excuse myself if I needed to continue on with my
other activities of the day. People
didn’t tend to just stop in, and no one, outside of our immediate family, had
daily access to our house, our own private sanctuary.And yet,
with a change in culture, we too must adapt. I wish I could say that I’m
comfortable with friends just stopping in to say hello, but it still remains
difficult for me to lose that sense of control, to shift gears from what I was
doing to the relationship at hand. Tanzanians are known for their sense of
hospitality. As a cultural norm, guests are considered a blessing—no matter
whether they were expected or not. My parents got to see it first hand as twice
during their visit, we stopped by a friend’s house to introduce them-- with no
prior warning-- and our Tanzanian friends welcomed them warmly, with juice or soda
and even a snack. Tanzanians also have the custom of accompanying the guest
part of the way toward their home, as a sign of wanting to spend as much time
with them as possible. We try, but I think many Tanzanians have realized that
we are not as skilled at hospitality as they are. Yet they treat us with grace,
knowing that we are learning and growing in this area. We continue to learn
from the people who have let us into their homes and lives.

Linda, Eric, Michael and Julia Funke

In September of 2012, we followed God's call and moved to Tanzania. Eric teaches computers, math, and physics at Mwadui Lutheran Secondary School. Linda serves as school's guidance counselor and assists the local Lutheran diocese with development projects. In 2015, our son Michael joined our family. Then in 2017, our daughter Julia became part of our family. This blog provides space for our longer stories and reflections. If you would like to learn more about our ministry, please check out the following links: